Shen Jinmo took the car keys and left without looking back.

As soon as Xia Wanying saw him leave, she jumped up from her seat and said, "Brother Chen, take Yingying with you. Yingying wants to go for a bike ride too."

Shen Jiarui pressed Xia Wanying back into the seat: "You can't ride it, you can only ride the rocking horse."

Luo Wuyan, who was preparing to go up the mountain with the rescue team, did not expect that Shen Jinmo would rush ahead of her to care about Lu Zhiwei's safety.

She looked at Shen Jiarui in confusion: "What does your brother mean?" Her ex-husband suddenly became assertive, and she suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

Shen Jiarui crossed his arms and said with a solemn expression, "I never realized before that he actually wanted to be buried with his sister-in-law."

Luo Wuyan: "..."

A white motorcycle broke through the gloom and headed straight for the snow-capped mountain against the wind.

The racers, whose roads were blocked by the wind and snow, were on their way back when the white motorcycle of Chen Jinmo, known for its prejudice and humility, sped uphill.

"Hey bro, don't go up there, it's too dangerous, you'll get buried in there."

The kind race car driver reminded Shen Jinmo in English.

Shen Jinmo seemed not to hear him and continued rushing forward.

We arrived at the halfway point of the mountain.

The collapsing snow mountain rolled down the road with overwhelming force. Shen Jinmo gripped the handlebars, gritted his teeth, and drove through a sharp bend.

They rushed in from the edge of the road.

But he overestimated himself; humans cannot fight against nature.

A huge blast of air knocked him to the ground, and the motorcycle was swept into the snowstorm.

He got up from the ground, shook the snow off his head, and still felt dizzy.

A salty, fishy smell emanated from the corner of his mouth, and drops of blood fell onto the snow like plum blossoms in full bloom.

He was injured by the falling object.

I almost lost my life.

He himself didn't know why he rode up on his bike.

He chuckled self-deprecatingly.

Shen Jinmo struggled to his feet and limped toward digging up the car.

I heard light footsteps behind me.

A pair of Doc Martens boots stood behind him.

Shen Jinmo slowly turned his head.

Her aloof and elegant face was reflected in the wind and snow.